It was what she had wanted: a pair of 19th century knickers, this one with a small slit between the legs. It would come in handy, she thought smiling....Her friend had told her it had been found in an estate where it had been hidden in a trunk which had not travelled in a very long time. The important part is that it had not been washed. Moïra’s whole body shook as she pulled the knickers to her face and inhaled 100 years of females. The knickers in those days were long and went down to the knees. After a quick shower, I joined her with my lap top computer. As I sat down, she asked, "How was your golf game?" "It was okay. I played by myself. That was probably better." "Why?" "I'm a little preoccupied with what's going to happen tonight." Setting her Kindle down, Mel said, "I would think you'd be getting used to it by now." I shrugged. "Jeanne's meeting a new man. That makes it exciting. I also wish I could be at the Goldenrod with her." "With her?" "Not with her, but sitting at the bar. My cock occasionally gets very hard and needs to be released so I view porn. My memory works well so I go back to when we had a full rather active sex life and remember an old friend who was part of it named Ken, not his real name, but wouldn’t,t want to embarrass the real person so for the tale he,s Ken. Sarah and I met Ken at our local public house in an area of north London we used to live in. He was about our age with a lovely wife who suddenly walked out on him for a younger man leaving. And, well is there anything that you are not telling me?'This prompts an irritated reply to explode out of Cheryl, "No there is not! I guess when this bastard kills me then somebody will do something ... unless they are too busy!"The detective is now suspicious and her voice is firm as she says, "Please ma'am calm yourself. We will do everything possible but honestly this is nothing more than unwanted mail. A crime has not been committed in any of these letters."Fighting back the tears Cheryl.